Blind Passion

The horse – a creature of blind passion – pawed The earth beside the silent fallen form A digger of graves more noble and more odd Than ever I had chanced to see before His raven mane flashed in the waning light Which time to time broke through the pressing clouds His nodding passion and his frothing cry Failed in their valiant efforts to arouse Some battle fought long since had caused the wound That took the rider from the reins at last And left the steed unmounted in a world Unknown by journeys or by battles past Dark senses now compelled the ungripped beast To travel far from sounds of master’s fray And find some place of tranquil rest at last Sweet reason’s constant battle’s lost this day Unreined, unburdened, free to roam at will The creature’s innate knowledge must prevail To take the place of Master’s hard learned skill And keep blind passion on an earthly trail And I’ll forever follow down this trail Where passion always leads the lost and least For I have lost my Master’s voice today And I am now this roaming, riderless beast